My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 350

Dahlia’s POV

Among wolves, a mating ceremony was more than a tradition—it was the eternal equivalent of a human wedding. As I stood at the far end of the aisle, my arm entwined with my father’s, that truth weighed heavier than ever. Each step I would take down that path would lead me to my mates—my forever.

Unlike humans who could sever ties through divorce, wolves had no such escape. This wasn’t just a ceremony—it was a binding vow for eternity. Even if a mate bond were broken or physical intimacy ceased, the mark—a wolf’s eternal claim—was irreversible. Permanent.

I found myself wondering when something I used to fear so deeply had transformed into everything I ever wanted.

“You look beautiful, my sweet girl,” my father whispered, his gaze full of affection as his words wrapped around me like a calming embrace.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I said, leaning up to kiss his cheek. I wiped the smudge of lipstick from his skin with my thumb, grinning. “You look incredibly handsome yourself. Aunty Calliope is one lucky lady.”

His eyes lit up at the mention of his mate, and the smile he gave me spoke volumes—it meant everything to him that I accepted her.

“And your Alphas are lucky bastards,” he added, voice full of warmth and warning. “If they ever forget just how lucky, you come to me—I’ll be happy to remind them.”

The glint of his wolf shone in his eyes as he spoke, fierce and protective. Then he nodded toward the aisle. “Now go become their Luna.”

As I stepped into the room, a hush fell over the crowd. Every gaze turned toward me, but I only had eyes for the two men waiting at the altar. My mates. My future.

Their eyes found me instantly, drinking me in with such raw emotion I nearly faltered. Each step closer drew their gazes lower—following the plunging V of my gown that revealed just enough of the curves beneath, then sliding down to the gentle flare of my hips outlined by the silk clinging to my frame. A low growl rumbled from each of them, and I saw the silver glint of their wolves sparking behind their eyes—desire, hunger, possession.

Exactly what I’d hoped for when I chose this dress.

My father led me up the steps to the dais and gently passed me between them, pressing a kiss to my cheek and offering a playful warning that made the crowd chuckle. I expected each of them to take one of my hands, but they did more than that—they each slid an arm around my waist, pulling me in, eliminating every inch of space between us.

“You look like sin in that dress, baby girl,” Logan murmured, his breath grazing the shell of my ear and igniting heat deep inside me.

“I can’t decide if I want to rip it off and take you right here… or gouge out the eyes of every wolf daring to stare at what’s mine,” Liam growled low into my other ear.

Their filthy words sent slick heat straight to my core. Another growl escaped them both when they caught the scent of my arousal. Elder Peregrine, standing nearby to officiate, cleared his throat to pull us back to reality. A flush spread over my cheeks as I blinked and remembered we were not alone.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the Elder began, “we are gathered today to witness the sacred union of these fated mates and to welcome a new Luna into the Blood Moon Pack.”

He paused, letting the weight of the moment settle.

“Our Alphas have been blessed by the Moon Goddess with their perfect match, and today, we honor their bond and the transition of Luna duties from Luna Lilith to Luna Dahlia. After the ceremony, we invite you all to celebrate this momentous day with a feast, followed by the mating run at midnight. Now, let us begin.”

As the elder spoke, our eyes never left one another.

Being the eldest by mere minutes, Logan was to go first. I turned in Liam’s arms to face him, my hands clasped between his. His eyes—those searing, silver-dusted green eyes—held nothing back. They blazed with love, with hunger, with devotion and possessiveness so intense it made me shiver. He fought to control his wolf, to keep his canines at bay long enough to speak his vows.

“I, Logan Ashford, accept you as my Goddess-given mate. I offer to you alone my body, my heart, and my soul—for all eternity. In return, I accept yours. As a symbol of my vow to honor you above all others and make you forever ours, I ask you to bear my mark. Dahlia Sterling, will you accept it, and bind yourself to me forever?”

His voice was low and rough, made only for me.

My heart fluttered wildly, and I felt my breath catch. There was a flicker of doubt in his eyes—uncertainty that I might say no. I smiled, wide and full of love, determined to wash that doubt away.

“I will accept your mark,” I said. “Willingly. Without hesitation. I am yours.”

I tilted my head in submission, baring my neck. His face lit with unfiltered joy as he stepped into me, pressing his chest to mine. Liam held me steady from behind. Sparks of pleasure danced down my spine as Logan nibbled, licked, and sucked at my skin, teasing the place he would claim.

Then, his canines pierced deep. I gasped—a deep, breathless moan as the pleasure hit me like a wave. My hand flew to his hair, holding him to me, grounding myself in the fire coursing through my veins.

My knees buckled beneath the crashing wave of our bond. The force of his love, his soul merging with mine, was breathtaking. Liam’s steady presence behind me was the only thing keeping me upright.

It was the most intimate moment we’d shared as a trio—and by design. We were one. Always. No one would stand aside while another claimed me. We’d live and love as one, starting now.

Reluctantly, Logan drew back, licking the wound to seal it before cupping my face and claiming my mouth with a kiss that seared my soul.

“I love you, baby girl,” he whispered against my lips.

“And I love you, my Alpha,” I whispered back.

Now it was my turn. Though it wasn’t tradition for the Luna to mark her mates, both men had begged me to. And I had every intention to. They were mine, and the world would know it.

Logan’s grin stretched wide as I repeated my vows to him. When he bared his neck, I lunged without hesitation, sinking my teeth into his skin. His wolf let out a pleased rumble, and laughter rose from the crowd at my eagerness.

When it came time for Liam, I turned into Logan’s embrace. He held me protectively, his mouth brushing the fresh mark on my neck as his wolf guarded what was his. But I wasn’t done. Not yet.

Liam’s hands gripped my hips, grounding me as his gaze locked with mine—those familiar seafoam green eyes swirling with silver. Everything he felt flowed through them—his love, his hunger, his dreams for us. Every piece of his soul poured into mine.

I nodded, my voice thick with emotion. “I accept your mark. Completely.”

The second his fangs pierced my neck, I cried out, another rush of ecstasy shattering through me. There was nothing quite as intimate, as raw, as being marked by your mate. I barely registered the audience anymore. All that existed was him—his teeth, his tongue, his fire lighting my blood.

When his lips met mine, I was trembling, aching, desperate. I wanted to climb him, wrap myself around him, lose myself in him. His laughter vibrated against my lips.

“Patience, angel,” his voice rang in my mind.

I gasped. He was in my head. Already.

He wore the same giddy grin Logan had as I spoke my vows and marked him in turn. I threw myself at him with wild, wanton need. My body pulsed with the unrelenting bond of the two marks, desire dripping down my thighs. I knew they could smell it—and I didn’t care. Let them.

This ceremony was sacred. But I was burning for them, and once this was over, I’d show them just how ready I was to be theirs—completely.